“Wir geh’n zum Lachen in den Keller und wir trinken Terpentin.” Danke.
It’s a great feeling when you process film, check the negatives and think you developed someone else film. Well, it’s not that bad but yes, thanks to those very precious frames I remember things. Things that better should stay untold. Oh well.
So, this was taken on Sunday, two weeks ago (I think). Next to me stood a guy having problems – very manly problems in fact. Not that he couldn’t jerk off – I coulnd’t care less. No, he just stood there with his manlyness in his hands and keeps saying to himself and the wall in front of him that he can’t piss. That something’s wrong. Very interesting. Well, I didn’t take a picture. Whatever. Oh, the next frames are on Neopan400. Great way to start a blog entry – post a self with a toy camera. Nice!
So much for Neopan400 – as you can see there are almost no keeper on that roll. Which is a general phenomena for me. Nice. Oh, I’ll spare you the brilliant tech talk about the Neopan – especially since judging a film from a single roll is plain retarded.
Kodak 400TX again.
I was just fooling around with the camera when the guy turned around giving me this precious face. I didn’t have the time to set the correct exposure resulting in this not so nice overexposure. Still: “OIDA WOT DE FAK?”
So, yes, as you can see there is absolutely NOTHING going on here in Vienna. NADA. So please, you guys that travel to fucking I-don’t-know-where post decent stuff. Not some lame ass kid shot. Same poorly composed street shit. Not some in the back shots. Please. Also guys from New York or any of those vibrant cities, spare the bullshit, show decent stuff. Whatever. SO THIS IS A BLACK LADY ON THE FUCKING TRAM LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW. NICE.
So this is a glass of beer. In a bar. I guess I took a dozen of those kind of shots – and guess what? Those are the most interesting… NO SHOTS FROM MEXICO. NO STUFF FROM CUBA. Hey, I could make a series. Or paint them red. Or both.
Excuse the poor image quality but this is just about the moment, the story, the emotion in his pants. This was in a “quite” dark corner of the bar thus f/2, 1/8, iso400. But I guess the message comes through… Oh, if I was forced to give this crappy picture a title or something it’d be “GREAT SUCCESS” or “mission accomplished”. Or “Guhd gahk”
A friend of mine was celebrating her birthday… a theme park party. Theme: Porn. Fantastic. Apparently, some girls handle that topic very well. And of course, there is always that girl that has to trump the others. It’s nature. 2 mediocre and a hottie. I guess it’s even maths. And seriously, I don’t care because in the end, it’s about a nice Porsche and that house on the beach. Parties and all that fucking irrelevant shit. Oh, I’m 21 and sound like a bitter fuck. Nice.
In the pub again. Some fucking idiot was hammering against the locked door screaming “I gonna kill that fucking bastard”. Back to business as usual. Cute people. Very serious stuff. Don’t say shit about my mother and girl. Very civilised. Oh, by the way Ahmadinejad is a terrorist. And we don’t talk to terrorist. And everyone that doesn’t think the same is a terrorist. Flawless logic.
Oh well, headache. I have to make some lovely calls tomorrow… ask people politely to send money they still owe me. I love that. I do. Let’s try to fuck around with the photographer… because in the end, it’s all about having some fine food. FOOD.
Take it easy,